Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.